I feel like a pickle in jar.
Sep 16, 2014

I feel like a pickle in jar.
Drowning in salty tears.
Waiting on a shelf for
someone to want me.
To drag me out of this
lonely jar and take a bite
of my tear soaked body.
I am waiting for someone
to tell the difference between
a cucumber and a pickle.

Written: September 16. - 2014
#love   #lonely   #tears   #drowning   #waiting   #bite   #pickle   #cucumber   #shelf   #jar  
It was quite a pickle,
Payton Alexa

It was quite a pickle,
I have to say.
It haunted me,
Both night and day.
You may believe
One's never scary-
But this pickle had me
Very wary.
My friends they said
"For HEAVEN'S sake,"
The pickle's only
A piece of cake!"
So they went ahead
And took a slice
Now they could see
It wasn't nice
A rather bitter taste
It did supply
A rather salty cake-
Their mouths were dry
And without water
(The pricy job,
Of digging a well)
They began to sob
See this did nothing
But deepen their thirst
This pickle of mine
Was one of the worst
They were awful busy,
They wouldn't chat
So I stayed to talk
To my hairless rat.
And it had me concerned
That the pickle had me beat
And would run off with my tongue
Down Mountainview Street
He said the pickle would make me
A fool in this town
This thing would convict me
So I swallowed it down.

#poem   #funny   #of   #sorrow   #piece   #cake   #humour   #quirky   #pickle   #allegory  
A Pickle is Many Things
Mar 22      Mar 22

A Pickle is Many Things
A Kosher Dill, A Gherkin
You can Pickle Beets and
You can pickle pigs feet
Pickles for Bread and Butter
Sweet Pickles Canned by Mother
Pickled Herring can be found or
Pickled Eggs that are so round
A Pickle's a fine thing to be
But...don't get yourself in a Pickle

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Note to self Get Pickles

When you mourn
are your tears in vain?

Upon the scorn
you felt such shame.

emotion plain.

End the war
without refrain.

you're the pickle
Ian Woods
Ian Woods
Jun 12

You're not the beef
and not the bacon
You're not the sauce
or ever mistaken
for the thin cheese slice
and you're much more fun
than the lettuce, tomato
and the sesame bun
you're not the bucket of pop
or the packet of chips
or the toy in the box
or the various dips
but you make the meal
you're the fine detail
you are the reason
why it never fails
you're the thing
that makes it nice
the thing that makes
it worth the price
the crinkle cut green
gherkin slice
you're the pickle
on my burger.

I can be nice. Sometimes. Text rhyming that got saved. A valentine.
#love   #heart   #food   #nice   #valentine   #humour   #silly   #burger   #sauce  
Pickle Haiku
F J McCarthy
Jul 10, 2010

Pickle Haiku

F J McCarthy on Jul 17, 2009

Green fresh cucumber

Drowning in spiced vinegar

Reborn a pickle

Jan 1, 2012

It's bed time here for horses
Hours on new years eve
It's bed time for son of Sam
Killing drilling willing
What a dream
But the children have all spoken
It's time to go to sleep
Blaring speakers
Flowering vines alive
Swimming in the ocean
Sun and salt and skin
A fire place build pillars
Of monumental glory
Fighting dogs
Fuckin broke bottles
Spiders crawling on your roof
Give me stones and boulders to sleep on
And don't whisper in your jersey accent

When I see a jar of lemon pickle!
Pradip Chattopadhyay

My mouth waters taste buds tickle
When I see a jar of lemon pickle!

On the sunny roof the lemon pickle
It starts a child’s saliva’s trickle!

It still gives his conscience a prick
He played on the old man a trick!

For the old one was sunned on the roof
Jar of lemon pickle what a goof!

The glass jar stayed there all day
But the child just couldn’t stay away!

At midday when they all were asleep
Little feet climbed the stairs steep!

Made sure not an eye was watching
What joy did the sight of pickle bring!

The child such small was his need
He only had to open the jar’s lid!

Pick up one for nothing he could miss
One juicy sweet sour lemon piece!

In his mischief he did go that far
Each sucked piece he put back in the jar!

So that they would never find a trace
Not one piece of lemon would be less!

The poor old man he never knew
The child’s blended saliva in the brew!

The child sucked pickle had his fill
What the old man relished with his meal!

I know this story isn’t worth a nickel
Still I find irresistible the lemon pickle!

Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,

The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.

Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;

He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.

We bought a new dog, his name's Dill Pickle.
Rebekah Stevens
Rebekah Stevens
Jun 20, 2013

We bought a new dog, his name's Dill Pickle.
He runs and jumps around our house all day.
I know that in his mine he is fickle.
The crazy, little dog just wants to play.
He wants to play fetch every day and night,
But when I tell Dill Pickle to let go,
He pulls and tugs, putting up quite the fight,
Until I shout at him, "no, Dilly, no!"
Dill is a sweet and gentle dog as well,
Loving and loyal, my very best friend.
Looking on the outside you couldn't tell,
He will be by my side until the end.
Dear Dilly Pickle, you bring me much joy,
When you bring me back your favourite toy.

Sonnet inspired by my dog; Dill Pickle.
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